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Flash Fiction & Poems

I sang for these rupees

I sang for these rupees. And dodging the cars…

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After this, will the kiss

After this, will the kiss you plant on my cheek at Narita Airport become a scar?…

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At the juke joint she pulls

At the juke joint she pulls him in…

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Greer holds the chicken

Greer holds the chicken like an old handbag….

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There is no lasting peace

There is no lasting peace, just days like this…

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